Happy Birthday America
We spent most of the July 4 holiday recuperating from a murderous drive from Hot Springs, AR (the boyhood home of Bill Clinton) to Houston. My folks re-located to Hot Springs last year from Texas. It's beautiful up there - mountains, lakes, rivers, forests, cooler weather, but the bugs! The BUGS!! THE BUGS!!! Both the wife and I brought back a freakin' colony of chiggers, which happened the last two times we went up there too. And they don't hit you instantly either. They waited to spring their jaws until we were safely back in Houston, thinking we had outwitted them this time. Microscopic mo-fos!!
Another odd thing about Hot Springs is the inordinate number of bikers there. We lost track of how many hawgs we saw when we were there, cutting in and out of traffic and endangering everyone on the road. There were some PRETTY scuzzy lookin' characters on them hawgs. Once back on the highways in Texas, however, all the bikers were obviously of the weekend warrior type, bankers, lawyers, etc, out for a joy ride.
Good thing we have satellite radio in our car. All the local radio was playing nothing but martial/military marching music in honor of the holiday. I'm ready to strangle the spirit of John Philip Sousa.
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